saw my shrink this morning--my new one, who's not as dumb as the last.
you know what's weird about having a shrink? you can feel happy, singing stupid songs in the bathtub happy, admiring the way the sun comes in the window and shatters the light of your wedding ring happy, and then you go in there and talk about all the stuff you worry about and makes you sad. and then you know what happens? surprise, surprise, it makes you sad! duh.
it's weird this happened today because then on the way to school i listened to the moth podcast and they had a story by someonerother solomon who wrote noonday demon (and i'm too lazy to link--sorry.) and he was telling this story about being in Africa and having this ritual performed by some village medicine woman, meant to combat depression. the ritual involved hugging a ram in a marriage bed while everyone danced around and threw blankets on them and then they slit the ram's throat and covered the man's naked body in blood and wrapped him up in ram intestines and the whole village had a bbq and ate the ram. and it helped, as weird as it was. and he said he talked to another man in rwanda who said western psych people are so weird because instead of taking you out in the sun (to give vitamin-D) and beating drums (to get blood flowing) and surrounding you with people, they bring you into a little dark room where you talk about why you're sad. and i laughed and smacked my hands on my steering wheel and said "precisely!"